Should he bother with the jacket? It was warm, yes, but in terms of appearance. Jacket, yes; hat, no.

Riff wasn't around; with any luck he'd be able to sneak out unnoticed, unquestioned. Though, all the same, he wasn't entirely sure about this, not after what had happened just a few days ago with Cirucci. At least he'd got his strength back. Perhaps this was safer that that. He couldn't tell. Call this an adventure.

Sushi. Wasn't that that raw fish business the Japanese ate?

He pulled at his tie.

And there was the knock and the call.

"Yes, just a moment," he called back, opening the door. Strange to meet someone named for a deadly sin.

Maybe not.

He called up a smile. "Mr. Greed. Pleasure to see you."